Best Day One Poems
Day one..
Late March
I turn the rich, black, earth
Letting it fall between my fingers..
Breathe in its richness
Planting seeds to feed body and soul..
Allowing my spirit to renew as they grow
And enjoy the fresh goodness hard work provides..
Then watch again helplessly as it all dies
Returning to rich, black, earth
As will I
Someday...
©Donna Jones
Day 1 is when you winked at me
Day 2 I saw you grin
Day 3 is when you blew a kiss
Day 4 went out for a spin
Day 5 is when you held my hand
Day 6 gave me a kiss
Day 7 I gave up being coy
Day 8 …well, that was sheer bliss
Day 9 we looked at the stars
Day 10 swam in the sea
Day 11 I cooked you a meal
Day 12 you ravished me
Day 13 we had our first fight
Day 14 we didn’t speak
Day 15 we kissed and made up
Day 16 you made me weak
Day 17, 18, and 19
They all started to blur
Day 20 is when you said to me
“Be my forever girl!”
Now we are just counting years
And counting young’uns too
If I had to do it all again
I’d start Day 1 with YOU!
For PD's Day One Contest
I came out screaming from the womb
No I am not a malcontent, I innocent
Was slapped upon my nakedness. Gloom
Was the first thing I grasp, a dissident
Wet and squirming in ackward light
Suddenly changes, I could not swim
This new ocean of day becoming night
I slept so that I would not know the grim.
My mother's last child sixteen years gone
All the flowers were dried up in their bed
And yet old skies make still a brighter dawn
But someone superior wanted me here instead
I had a purpose before I was conceived
My mission awaited me the day I was born
My father was being rolled up like a sleeve
They were at late evening, I was at morn.
I often wondered what he said to her, before
I am sure they did not hold hands about me
The liquid tongue of tidal waves on the shore
Sang not in prophecy, nor splash of memory
She must have surprised him with surprise
Ebb and flowing either which crinkling way:
O I am about unamask our love's disguise
And then came March, and the phoenix spring
Ecstacy that came long before, now to follow
The puffs and groans of agony, making the wing
Puts a strain on the moth. March is a mellow
Month ending when I am coming new
From the wet blackness where God too
Wet his ankle in the milk mildness of dew
I am a child of spring, but how dry I grew.
What was the boring sum of my days you ask
This waking and sleeping and smiling on cue
When my physiology grounding them in task
Spoke of my humanity, making me like you
O I had such dreams then, not where
I am heading now and still do not know
But where I coming from, the comfort there
And memory fading, fading the more I grow.
Here is the sum of it, the absolute beauty
Of being born, and brimming with reality of God
Heaven is somewhere in the past, O duty
Shall find me there if earth backward would trod
There is a mystery paling life at the edge
Of life, There is a depth in us shallowed by time
And I cannot unthirst me of this knowledge
It is too absolute, and O, it is too sublime
Spring Day One
Day One of Spring and it’s 86.
Anxiously, the trees have been watched,
Will the old natives burst buds one more time?
How long will puffs stay on the dandelions?
Dear Iris have come and are now hanging over;
Bare soil is covered with sticker clover.
A newly painted deck is insulted by elm debris.
Spring like a comforting mother, is here protectively.
For she knows she must curl her big strong arms
Around her world with the coming of storms
Day one I am starting my new school
my emotions are in a spin
some of me wants to run ahead
to meet new people and friends
The rest of me wants to hide
to stay behind my mother's skirts
I cling to her hand staying close
and whine for her to take me home
She leads me on not seeming to care
down the strange corridors full of doors
finally reaching and entering through one
there is my new teacher who is smiling
waving goodbye to mother I settle to play
its not so scary after all, and the toys are great
I soon make many new friends to play with
not knowing as she walks home mum has a sob
For her a big wrench to leave me behind
even though she knows I will have fun
and start to learn many new things
at end of day one I will return home
contest: Day One written 06/26/2013
Around my garden butterflies dance.
Bright wings shining in Spring's sunlight.
Winter is gone, you can tell at a glance.
I turn my face to the sun ... sigh in delight.
Getting rid of the winter was a long, hard fight.
The breeze is cool, still carrying a nip
to remind us this season has just begun.
As I watch the hummingbirds taking a sip
I'm thankful for the coming of sun,
finally believing this battle is won.
Winter you're gone, you'll not be missed.
I don't care if you return no more.
Our morning grass is now by the dew kissed.
Gone is the carpet of white on earth's floor.
I see green everywhere and my heart starts to soar.
Spring ! you have sprung ! , I'm so glad you're here.
Please stay with us now for awhile.
This is the season I hold the most dear.
The very thought of you makes me smile.
I love Spring with all of her style !
Day one at a new school.
In a new place
And a new life
Where I know nobody
And nobody knows me.
I can be whoever I want to be
Silent Shadow
or Shining Star
Mean Girl
or Nice One
Just Plain Ugly
or Stunningly beautiful
Super Smart
or Complete Moron.
It all depends
On whom I am
Day one at a new school.
6/26/13
Day one is the beginning of hard work-
January and March has taken my life back to square one.
Day one of each surgery, helpless as a new born baby.
One step at a time, so close but so far away,
Has prepared me for yet another surgery.
Light at the end of the tunnel as dimmed once more.
In August a surgery will take me back to another 'day one'.
With my faith, determination and hard work,
I'll be back on my feet in two shakes of a lamb's tail.
Okay, maybe not quite that fast, but I think I can,
I think I can, I know I can, like the "Little Engine That Could".
Slowly climbing up and over, then I'll say, "I knew I could",
By next year my 'day ones' will be far behind me.
For Poet Destroyer's contest, 'Day One'
Day one of my regular period,
He always think I’m not in good mood;
Seeing me, he runs away
Do you think I like that way?
My heart isn’t hard as piece of wood.
He’s still single and he lives alone,
He doesn’t know woman’s situation;
Wearing napkins in three days
So uneasy on my ways,
Yet, he’s seeking special attention.
Day two comes, he’s still so hesitant,
He wants me to shout at a distant;
Is he gentle man or gay?
He believes what other’s say
On monthly days, I’m not impatient!
Third day is said to be our last day,
Here he comes saying, “Babe, I’m sorry”
Can I make love with you now?
I believe you, I swear- bow.
Babe, it’s my third day, please go away.
July 4, 2013
Note:
Some people believe that some women aren’t in good mood during their monthly period. But, for me, I don’t know;))))) . What I know is, I just love sleeping during these days. I’m always so so sleepy;))))))).
This was especially inspired by the Day One Poem writing contest of my dearest poet sis Linda. The poem was closed when I was about to enter. Anyway, I’m still sharing it with you trying my best again to make you smile. I hope you’ll like it & I hope I did this limerick right. It’s my second attempt to write this form. Thank you so much & have a nice weekend!
Let us escape our space and time
Let mine go forward and yours unwind
And let us meet on even plain
Just for a day each others claim
Before the dawn we both awake
Aware we only have this date
To you I give what I promised death
From earthly being all I have left
The last act of love given this breath
A gift for your existence and poetrys depth
(An invitation for a collaboration with
Elizabeth Wesley.)
Day One
Day one lays unfathomed
Like mist in the Sky.
Oh dear mouth halts the murmur
And behold the noon sky.
Eyes on the line watch the new heavens
As it marches gently with the noon.
On this clear noon sky, yet decision ceases to be made
And accepts being delayed till in the moon.
How vague will day one continues to be
Like a buried resources?
The day soon speaks needless to wither words:
The night will come and the session will begin.
And on this sacred night will this decision be proclaimed
With no iota of doubt,
That a nation will become his own;
With the next day never in doubt.
Let us escape our space and time
Let mine go forward and yours unwind
And let us meet on even plain
Just for a day each others claim
Before the dawn we both awake
Aware we only have this date
To you I give what I promised death
From earthly being all I have left
The last act of love given this breath
A gift for your existence and poetrys depth
The sweet magic you spent
in shed tears
When your eyes were filled
with starlight
Found ther was no room
for surprise
As we harnessed the hours
in delight
Take me through the wind
swept storm
In the maddness that romance
entrance
In your arms so deliciously warm
Is where love hysterically dances
I'll come to you man of the maze
Through the night hours hiding
the sun
when the sunset wraps up
your days
We'll be wasted and wild
but we'll be one
And love counts no more
the years
(Collaboration between Elizibeth Wesley and John Loving III)
Day one I showed up
ready to start working at
Der Wienerschnitzel.
My first day was my last day.
The trainer was a *wiener!
*slang for a jerk
(True story from my youth
for Linda's Day One Poetry Contest)
Day One, so on and so forth
That's about how we met
Took him away from another girl
Soon learned the word regret!
Day Two . . . wasn't any better
Not like I thought it'd be
That selfish girl came round
And took him back from me!
Well sister let me tell you
That guy belongs to me
He's just so immature
So now we're on Day Three!
Thirty days rolled by
Before I think I knew
I'd passed another Day One
Rolled up in number Two
Finally! . . . I woke up
Just as the alarm rang
I'll be late for 8th grade
So up and out I sprang!
Moon was half and high,
Also the first day of Spring.
Two daffodils bloomed.